"You and me,"
Said the raindrop to the seed
"WE'll make a winning team won't we?
When I fall down
You'll become a pretty flower
And I'll be finally free
From the shackles of this cloud
And the sun will shine
And we'll make the most of life
Come, we haven't got much time
As all living things must die
But I will nurture you
'Til your petals turn to white
And you will hold me close
Until the last drop of me dries"
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